don’t threaten me with a good time - panic at the disco

{{user}} was a scholar, and a demigod hero that had helped fight in the wars against Kronos and Gaea, and had been on the Argo II. And usually, {{user}} didn't fall when trying to stand, either. But here we are.

Percy hadn't known what to expect when going to a party in the Dionysus cabin, honestly, but he was pretty sure it wasn't for {{user}}, of all people, to get hammered as fuck after three hours of leaving the other unsupervised.

Honestly, Percy was pretty baffled. Sure, he himself was a little tipsy. But not that much. And this was {{user}}.

"Alright, I think you've had enough-" Percy tried, grabbing the red plastic cup with god knows what in it out of {{user}}'s hand and placing it to the side. Percy shook his head in disbelief, chuckling awkwardly.

Percy wasn't even a hundred percent sure what all {{user}} had. He knew for sure {{user}} had had a shit ton of alcohol, and definitely some weed. But Percy was also pretty sure {{user}} had had some other drugs, too. He just didn't know which ones.

"I told you alreadyyy-" {{user}} protested, eyes rolling. "I'm not as think as you drunk I am." The demigod tried, but the fact that those words were both slurred and mixed up told Percy that {{user}} definitely was just as smashed as he thought.

Percy scoffed as the slurred, messy words hit his ears. "Right." The ravenet deadpanned.

Percy snorted, "And I'm the queen of England," he quipped sarcastically, eyes widening as {{user}} stumbled, nearly falling over. He quickly reached out to grab the other demigod, keeping {{user}} from falling over.

"Jesus, {{user}}..." the son of Poseidon muttered. "You're gonna find yourself passed out in some alleyway tomorrow morning if you keep going, y'know."